Cade has so much anger, it would be impossible to spend it all in one rant; but on top of that is the ever-present burden of his doubt, his guilt, his self-loathing. As quickly as it came, his anger flees, giving way to just... desolation. It seems to weigh him down as he turns back to return to his chair, his demeanor docile but weary.

"I don't know what to do," he softly confesses, and, noticing the apple he had left on the table beside him, he picks it up again to take a bite. Better to occupy his mouth with this than more stupid words.